This is a true story. I’ve always had an interest in spanking and a few years ago asked my wife if she would let me spank her. She wasn’t really into it, but is an amazing woman and said yes. We decided as I was just wanting to spank her and there was no roleplay, “stop” would simply mean stop rather than using a safeword. Seemed a little less weird that way.
We got the kids to sleepovers and had a nice dinner and after an awkward glass of wine on the couch, I asked if I could spank her now. She sighed, got up, and removed her jeans, and started taking down her underpants. I asked her if she could let me do that. She said ok, but I could tell she didn’t really get it and it was a bit weird and extremely awkward.
Getting her over my lap was tricky as she went to the wrong side and I had to explain that I was going to spank her with my right hand and it would be easier to do this if she was facing the other way. This brought home to both of us that I was about to smack her bottom and she said she wouldn’t want to inconvenience me, which made us both laugh and broke the tension a bit. I felt incredible gratitude that she was letting me spank her but at the same time could tell she wasn’t getting anything out of it.
Anyway, she was finally positioned over my lap and I had her just as I’d always fantasised. I slowly peeled off her panties and left them at her knees. It was a profoundly erotic moment. I’d read up on it, of course, and warmed her up with a lot of rubbing and gentle spanks then escalated to spanking her firmly for maybe five minutes until her bottom was quite pink and she called a halt. I asked her how it was and she said she didn’t really like the spanking but the rubbing was nice. Honestly, it had been fun for me, but I was too worried about her suffering a sore bottom and all the embarrassment just to please me to really enjoy it either.
She then asked if I’d like her to spank me and though this hadn’t been something I was interested in, I said yes if to at least even the score! When I got over her lap and she took down my underpants and started spanking I felt an amazing surge of excitement and after a couple of minutes orgasmed before we’d even really started, which I could tell was a bit of a relief for her. I got a towel and cleaned her up and obviously, neither of us knew what to say so we just watched Netflix and let it hang.
Anyway, it was obviously a strange and awkward affair and we didn’t really talk about it afterward until a couple of months later I worked up the courage to ask her if she could spank me again. Again, she clearly isn’t much into spanking, giving or receiving, but gave it a go and after about five minutes (I managed to not orgasm this time) asked me if that was enough. It hadn’t been as hard as I’d hoped for so I asked if she could really let me have it. She laid it on as hard as she could, but I really wanted it to be painful and it wasn’t working.
I suggested we could use the wooden spoon from the kitchen which was quite substantial. She was a bit leery but agreed and I got up and fetched it and brought it to her. She slapped it into her palm and mentioned that my bum was pretty red and I told her I really wanted it to sting and please don’t worry about hurting me.
Her slapping her palm really gave me that charge again and I got back over her lap and she did go quite hard for a couple of minutes and just as it was starting to sting like I wanted the spoon broke! We both laughed and she said my backside was pretty bruised and got me to stand up and we had sex which I didn’t last long for. I wanted to keep going with the spanking but could tell she’d had enough.
We haven’t really spoken about it since and strangely it’s even more awkward. I think she thinks thank god that’s over and I really want to do it again but much harder than before. I picked up a jokari paddle at a second-hand shop but am having a really hard time broaching the subject.
I feel like I was quite quiet while she was spanking me last time and hope that maybe if I gave her a bit more feedback during and after she might get more into it. Maybe also, it will be less awkward the third time around. It’s very hard when I can tell she’s being really understanding but doesn’t really get it and is humouring me.
